Chapter 884 - 612: Daoist Monarch San Shuai

The years have passed; another two hundred Primordial Assemblies have come and gone.

Chen Sheng stands at the pinnacle of the Pan Wu Realm, his Dao Principles retracted, yet exuding a weight that could crush the heavens.

He has already passed the Dharma Flower Decay and formally ascended to the realm of Daoist Monarch Er Shuai.

...

Pan Wu Realm.

Amidst the chaos, the Mother River traverses the heavens and earth, with its waters flowing tumultuously, Dao Patterns hanging like the Milky Way, filling the sky.

Chen Sheng slowly opens his eyes, where epochs of birth and death flicker and flow.

"Once again, the end of an epoch has arrived."

His voice falls lightly.

Boom——

A vast dark hand reaches out from the depths of the void.

Without joy or sorrow, without threat or brilliance, it caused the entire time-space to slightly bend.

With a gentle press.

The entire Mother River collapsed with a roar.

Billions of Dao Patterns shattered, ten thousand spiritual breaths annihilated.

The surging river waters, in an instant, transformed into an ancient scroll, quietly suspended in the palm.

"Go!"

Buzz——

The great hand waves again.

Flowing light reverses, Dao Patterns reunite.

The Mother River flows again from the scroll, the heavens and earth reopen, all laws return to order.

A brand-new epoch is thus born.

Collapse.

Restart.

Birth.

Death.

The endless cycle is, for Chen Sheng, merely a wave of his hand.

He stands still in the void, his robes moving without wind, his posture solitary and lofty, as if he stands outside all cycles of rebirth.

His gaze penetrates the layers of epochal barriers, seeking in the cycles of life, death, decay, and flourishing for the ultimate path belonging to him.

Comprehending the profound mysteries of the Great Dao at its deepest depths.

For a long time.

He gently exhales:

"Even with longevity, if the path is unseen, how cruel that must be."

At this moment, he truly understood.

Understood the helplessness of that Daoist Monarch in the world of mental images, unable to find the Dao despite traversing endless years.

"By comparison, I am still considered fortunate!"

"At least I can still see a sliver of dawn!"

...

In these two hundred Primordial Assemblies.

The Mother River’s epochs cycle through birth and death, geniuses emerge, heroes like rain.

Many astonishingly talented individuals rise within the epochs, break through shackles, attain the position of Dharma Master, escape the cycle of reincarnation, and become his disciples.

But ultimately.

The Great Dao is merciless, and Dao seeds are difficult to form.

Few of these disciples reach the fourth step of Integration.

None have comprehended the Innate Great Dao, or refined a Dao seed.

Each, within the long river of time, quietly sits and fades away.

Only he still stands above this heaven and earth, watching the rise and fall of all beings, the decay and prosperity of epochs.

A fleeting hint of deep loneliness passes through Chen Sheng’s eyes, as if talking to himself, or lamenting:

"The Great Dao is walked alone!"

...

On this day.

At the source of the Mother River, chaotic energy surges, and a brilliant golden light suddenly breaks through the mist.

An Innate Dao seed floats above the source, entirely dark red, densely covered with Dao Patterns, exuding endless vitality.

Even the entire Mother River trembles with it, its path broadens, Dao Rhyme surges, becoming ever more vast and boundless.

Chen Sheng stands before the Dao seed, a genuine hint of joy appearing in his eyes for the first time:

"A total of seventy-two cultivation systems."

"Mysticism, vitality, evolution, killing... each with its own focus, gradually perfecting every aspect of the Innate Blood Dao, leaving no omissions."

"Though the upper limit of each system is not high, it succeeds in thoroughness; quantity has finally brought about a qualitative change!"

"I, at last, have waited until this moment!"

With his words, Dao Rhyme around his body surges violently, an aura far surpassing a Daoist Monarch Er Shuai quietly emanates.

...

Again, after several dozen Primordial Assemblies.

Celestial Brilliance Immortal Mountain towers into the clouds, connecting all heavens.

The forty-fifth level of the Immortal Mountain.

A dark dead land, without heaven or earth, light or sound, even the rhythm of the Great Dao is completely twisted and devoured.

Oong!!

From the depths of the sky, a dim Spirit Light bursts forth suddenly.

The Spirit Light slowly condenses into a vertical eye, coldly overlooking below.

Then——

Two.

Three.

Ten.

A hundred.

Countless Spirit Lights rise continuously, layer upon layer, filling the entire desolate sky.

Each eye flows with primitive and violent will’s pollution.

A mere wisp can cause a Daoist Monarch Er Shuai’s Divine Soul to collapse, Dao Foundation to dissolve, eternally plunging into oblivion.

Within heaven and earth, there remains only endless gazing.

Chen Sheng stands in the center of the darkness, his garments unsoiled by dust, his posture composed, with not a trace of solemnity on his face.

Here, it is the death trial of nine lives for a Daoist Monarch Er Shuai.

Yet for him, a Daoist Monarch San Shuai, it is nothing more than an illusion realm thin as paper.

"Disperse."

With a light word, neither high nor low, yet like the thunder of the Great Dao, resounding through the dark.

No earth-shattering Divine Techniques.

No dazzling and brilliant Daoist Techniques.

Only this one word.

In an instant——

The entire world shattered with a roar.

Like an Ancient Mirror pierced by a finger, cracks swiftly spread to infinity, fragments fly, the will’s pollution dissolves like melting ice, leaving no trace.

The darkness disperses, the illusion vanishes, and left in place is only an ancient stone stairway, with mottled stone patterns, winding upward, disappearing into the depths of clouds and mist.

That is the only path to a higher level of the Celestial Brilliance Immortal Mountain.

Chen Sheng steps forward, his pace light and slow, ascending the stairs as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

...

Soon after.

Buzz——

Beyond the Celestial Brilliance Immortal Mountain, the Celestial Brilliance Immortal List, suspended above all heavens, suddenly lights up with a brilliant golden light, the rankings shift, Dao Patterns flow.

A name breaks through the rank of the forty-fifth layer, climbing all the way to finally stop at the forty-seventh layer, shining brightly.

Many Daoist Monarchs sense the change, their Heart Spirit stirred, exchanging messages and discussions.

"Another fellow Daoist has broken through the Three Decays, ascending to the realm of Daoist Monarch San Shuai!"

"The forty-seventh layer of the Celestial Brilliance Immortal Mountain, such power, the Immortal Mountain will have another disciple!"

"Haha, you are mistaken in your thinking!"

Another elder Daoist voice chimes in, tinged with laughter:

"This successful Realm-Breaking is none other than Fellow Daoist Pan Wu from the Spirit Realm!"

The previously speaking Daoist Monarch is initially stunned, then realizes, with a tone of sudden understanding:

"It is actually Fellow Daoist Pan Wu!"

"I forgot, he is one of the earliest Named Disciples."

"In those days, he was the first to join the ranks of Named Disciples without having broken through the Three Decays, well-known!"

"Indeed, Fellow Daoist Pan Wu has finally caught up!"

Other Daoist voices resound, with a note of emotion:

"I remember, those Daoist Monarchs from the Spirit Clan with him in the same era, have long since reached the Five Decays and are about to impact the Mahayana realm."

...

As the news spreads, the Antarctic Immortal Mansion is also filled with joy and celebration.

Throughout the long ages, with the seas changing into mulberry fields, the Immortal Mansion has undergone countless transformations.

In the past, the two Daoist Monarchs Wan Huan and Cang Yuan, who had deliberated with Chen Sheng, have long perished, falling under the second "Dharma Flower Decay," their bodies and Dao dissipating.

Subsequently, the Immortal Mansion did see the addition of a Daoist Monarch, Dharma name Miao Kong, cultivating the tranquil path.

Only this Daoist Monarch Miao Kong has achieved the Dao for nearly two hundred Primordial Assemblies; whether he can pass the second decay is still unknown.

Both Daoist Monarchs are nearing their limits, presenting dire danger to the South Pole Lineage!

Now, the news of Chen Sheng breaking through Three Decays and ascending to the realm of Daoist Monarch San Shuai fills the Antarctic Immortal Mansion with elation!

Especially the many Dharma Masters of the Pan Wu Lineage, upon hearing the news, all show joyful expressions.

Furthermore, the Qin Clan, Qi Clan, Zhang Clan, Yuan Clan, and other direct clans related to Pan Wu are celebrating with decorations and lights, overflowing with joy.